Author Notes: Thanks for reviewing! You are all so great! :)

Now, the idea for this chapter comes from real life. What happens in this story also happened in my family. My sister and her twin were born with a VSD and they got RSV, which resulted in my sister being emergency baptized and her twin, sadly, dying. So that's where this chapter comes from. Also, that is why the emergency baptism in this chapter is done following the Evangelical Lutheran format.

As always, hope you like it and please review! :) It helps me a lot to know whether anyone is still actually reading this story or not.

The night sky was darker than ever before. High above the earth, in the heavens, heavy clouds were forming a swirling, turbulent cover over the ground, shrouding the world in darkness. The wind blew through the streets of Seattle as an icy howl, carrying leaves and trash with it. Just after midnight, the first echo of a rumbling thunder split the blackness, and rain began to pour down from the sky. Truly, it was a dark night.

Owen was sitting on a seat in the Peds waiting area, just around the corner from the NICU where doctors Robbins and Fields were working on the ill newborn. After Dr. Torres had escorted him out of the OR and into the waiting area, he had just sat there, staring at his own hands that lay on his lap. He couldn't believe that he was in this situation. He couldn't believe that just a little over 10 minutes ago, his life had been normal. His life had made sense. Then Callie had arrived from the OR, and his entire life had been turned inside out and upside down. And now he found himself sitting in a totally different world.

"Hey."

Owen lifted his head and saw Callie standing in front of him, holding a cup of coffee. "I thought you might need a little something", she said and handed the cup to him. "Here."

"Thanks", Owen muttered and took the cup. He didn't really feel like drinking, so he settled to just staring at the cup. The hot drink burned his fingertips through the cardboard, but he didn't care.

"How are you holding up?", Callie asked, compassionately.

Owen shook his head. "Honestly? I don't know. It... This still feels so unrealistic. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel or do or how I should be acting. It just doesn't seem real, you know. It feels like a dream."

Callie slowly nodded. "I know how you feel. Or, not exactly how you feel, but... When Arizona and I broke up and I found out that I was pregnant, it felt like the entire world had become different. It felt like I was somebody else, because I don't get pregnant – at least not when my girlfriend has dumped me at the airport. But still, even though it felt like it wasn't me, it was. It was real, I became a mother for real. Is that how you feel?"

"Yes", Owen accorded. She had pretty much nailed it. They sat in silence for a moment, then Owen asked: "So who knows about this?"

"You mean about the..."

"Yes."

Callie thought for a while. "Besides you and me, only Arizona, April and Dr. Fields. Don't worry, first thing I did was tell them to shut up about this. Well, you know what a windbag April is, but I think you don't have to worry about them."

Owen laughed joylessly. "Do you honestly think it's them that I'm worried about?"

"No", Callie answered with a serious tone. "Oh my God, how are you going to tell

her?"

Owen gave another bleak laugh. "I don't know. The hell, I don't know anything anymore. I don't even know how to feel! I'm numb, Callie. Everything's a freaking mess and I can't even feel it because some part of me still refuses to believe it's real."

"Hey, hey." Callie placed her hand on his shoulder and gave him a compassionate look. "That's not true, Owen. You do feel something. You do feel something, and that something is worry. I can see it. There's a little girl in that room, probably fighting, and you feel worry. It's okay to be messed up, it's okay to feel lost. This is a horrible situation, but you have to find your way. For that girl's sake, you have to focus on that feeling of worry and keep yourself together. Okay?"

Owen nodded and managed to smile a little. "You sound like my old trauma mentor."

Callie smiled. "I'm multi-talented and I love speaking."

The next minutes – more like hours – passed in silence, until finally they heard the sound of a door opening. Owen and Callie quickly stood up as Arizona, dressed in a pink gown, appeared from behind the corner and walked towards them. The grave-serious expression on her face was all too evident.

"What's the situation?" Owen asked. His voice was hollow, and the question came out almost as a mechanical function, as if his concern was forced. He also realized that he hadn't even asked about her, he had just neutrally asked about the situation.

Arizona spoke with a professional tone: "The baby's VSD isn't threatening, but during our examination, she developed an alarmingly high fever and showed symptoms of bronchiolitis. We did some quick tests, which show that she has RSV, Human –"

"Human Respiratory Syncytial Virus, I know", Owen interrupted, and as he said it, he felt something for the first time during that evening: ice in his stomach. "And?"

"We have given her nebulized hypertonic saline and provided her with fluids and oxygen, but I'm afraid her condition has deteriorated significantly. Right now all we can do is wait."

"How bad is it?" Owen asked. The chilling fist that had grabbed his insides was getting colder. He could see how Arizona bit her lip before giving him a grim answer: "So bad that I suggest you start considering an emergency baptism. She may not have a lot of time."

From the corner of his eye, Owen could see Callie covering her mouth with her hand. He felt the freezing fist grabbing him tighter, wrapping itself around his whole body so tightly that it felt like his abdomen and chest were being crushed in a waste compactor. He cleared his throat and asked: "Can I... see her? Please?"

Arizona bent her head a little bit as a sign of consent and then turned around. Owen followed her around the corner and through the doors to the NICU. Arizona lead him to a room with monitors, an incubator and a rocking chair in the corner. There was a weird smell in the room. The baby was lying in the incubator, connected to a ventilator. With a concerned, almost fearful look on his face, Owen stepped closer to the incubator and took a look at the child.

The baby was small. She was an incredibly small, pink little human being. Her small arms lay on her sides, and her big adorable eyes were calmly shut. Censors and wires covered her bare chest. Her crown was covered by a tuft of dark, reddish hair. Next to her was a little stuffed bunny and a label I'm a baby Girl!. She looked so small, helpless and innocent. And so calm. Owen couldn't stop thinking that she looked as if she was merely sleeping, even though she was fighting to survive. "She looks so peaceful", he whispered.

"She's fighting", Arizona said. "It's just not visible."

Owen swallowed. "Can I touch her?"

"Go ahead."

Owen put his hand through the hole in the side of the cover and slowly, gently placed his finger against the baby's warm, almost hot cheek. He moved his hand and his finger followed, sliding over the baby's soft skin. "Hey", he whispered. "It's okay. I'm here. Okay? I'm here... Dad's here." As he said it, he suddenly understood that this was the first time he caressed his daughter. His tiny, ill daughter. The sudden realization hit him unbelievably hard, and before he knew it, he was fighting back tears. For the first time he realized that this was his daughter. He was a father, this was his child, and she was possibly dying. He couldn't bear seeing her covered in wires and censors. He pulled back his hand, closed his eyes, tilted his head back and took deep, shaky breaths while the tears that he tried to hold back broke free and started to run down his cheeks.

"Owen?" Arizona said carefully. "I know this is the worst possible situation, but we may not have much time on our hands. If you want, I can arrange the emergency baptism. She needs a name."

Owen looked at the innocent baby. "How can I name her? I don't know her."

"Of course you can. You're her father. Though this situation isn't exactly typical, it doesn't erase the fact that she's your daughter. Trust me, you know her better than anyone. And as her father, you are completely rightful to give her a name. Now, do you want me to arrange the hospital chaplain here?"

Owen nodded.

"Okay", Arizona said."I'll take care of it."

Only a half an hour later, everything was set. The hospital chaplain, Owen, Arizona and Callie, whom Owen had asked there for support, had gathered around the incubator. As the ceremony begun, Owen thought about how easy the naming had been. He had thought that naming the baby would be an impossible task, but in the end, and with Callie's help, the names had came naturally. He had decided to name the baby after his mother's sister, who had died in an accident at the age of 12. For the child's sake, he had also decided to name her in honor of her mother. Callie had suggested giving her a name that brought hope of her beating her illness, and after a while, the name was ready. And now he, along with the other witnesses, lowered his head as the chaplain sprinkled a couple drops of carefully refined water over the baby's head and baptized her.

"Claire Allie Victoria Hunt, I baptize you in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen."